In the grip of a panic attack, Nikto's mind was chaotic, filled with a maelstrom of loud voices. His heart pounded as adrenaline coursed through his veins, causing him to break out in a cold sweat. Trying to focus on a single thought was impossible; it was like trying to catch a droplet of rain in a rushing river. Overwhelmed, he could only cling on until the storm passed. Every mishap, every mess up replaying, "Your fault, your fault, your fault" his mind screamed.